I know a young lady named Dawn
Who is a goddess in human form.
When I asked her out
You should have heard her shout,
“Stop trampling my father’s corn!”.
Tag Archives: Rhyme
Sunday Evening Humour
I know a young lady named Pearl
Who sets my head in a whirl.
She is slim and petite
And lives on my street,
And her eyebrows they twist and curl!
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I know a young lady named Pearl
Who sets my head in a whirl.
She is slim and petite
But her huge boyfriend Pete,
Keeps me away from his girl!
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I know a young lady named Pearl
Who sets my head in a whirl.
I very much regret
That her pretty friend Yvette
Refuses to give me a twirl!
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I know a young lady named Pearl
Whose father is some kind of earl.
When I asked for his daughter’s hand
He bribed me with much land,
So I dumped that young lady Pearl!
Her Training
She takes off her t-shirt.
The trainers go,
And her legs also
She does show.
No flirt,
Just a messed up girl who
Loses sock and shoe
In order to train.
Should one change one’s writing to enhance the chances of being published?
I recently read this article on Writers Relief, http://writersrelief.com/2010/03/18/poetry-turnoffs-styles-and-formatting-that-make-editors-cringe/. The piece makes a number of points concerning what editors of poetry magazines dislike, and suggests that those making submissions think carefully prior to submitting their work. Amongst the “turn offs” mentioned in the article, is that of rhyming poetry, with the view being expressed that editors do not, in general publish rhyming poetry. Interestingly almost all of the comments following on from the article are strongly in favour of rhyming poetry.
As a poet who does (for most of the time) write in rhyme, I am both saddened and heartened by the article. Or, rather I am saddened by the fact that many editors shy away from rhyming poetry, but heartened by the large number of those who love (and write) in rhyme. Of course one should not shoot the messenger. The authors of the article are only passing on their advice to those who wish to submit to poetry magazines and, of course are not responsible for the editorial likes and dislikes of particular journals. Nonetheless I have an aversion to writing simply to be accepted for publication. For me poetry has to be honest, and composing verse simply to please others is not being true to oneself.
I should, perhaps qualify the above statement. I do, of course hope that my work will give pleasure to my readers. I will, however not write in a manner alien to me simply to gain popularity and/or publication. This is easy for me to say as I have a fulltime job (my writing is not my primary source of income, and I do appreciate that not everyone has the luxury of simply producing work which is entirely to their own liking, for we all have bills to pay etc). But, for me rhyming poetry is my main mode of communication and I will not change my preference in order to enhance my chances of being published.
As always I would be interested in the views of you, my readers.
Kevin
She Kept Her Heels On
She kept
Her heels on
At his request.
They dallied.
She tallied,
Then was gone.
Noone wept.
There Was A Young Lady of Bath
There was a young lady of Bath
Who made a most terrible gaffe,
When she mistook a silk rope
For a bar of soap,
And was found tied up in her bath!
Goddess
I saw
A goddess in a store.
I chaffed.
She laughed.
There was no more.
A Young Lady Whose Name is Alice
A young lady whose name is Alice
Resides in Crystal Palace.
I’ve often seen
Our sovereign queen,
But I’ve never yet met Alice.
As the weather grows hot
As the weather grows
Hot, pretty women in short clothes
Will cause
Men to pause
And their eyes to almost pop
Out of their heads, and wish
That they could catch
That particular fish,
For they have an itch
To scratch.
And perhaps a match
May spark
Ingendering love or lust
In the human heart,
Ere the dust
Takes away
Our sunny day.
When my friend whose name is Claire
When my friend whose name is Claire
Said, “sleep knits up the ravelled sleeve of care”,
I opened my eyes with a start
And said, “bless my poor heart,
I was almost asleep there Claire!”.